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In an article about children being poisoned by household substances (which I freely admit is a problem), a Children's Hospital spokesperson says that he doesn’t think any current packaging is truly child resistant

“These are continuing examples of a systemic problem we have in this country,” he said. “It’s that our products are designed by adults for the use and convenience of adults.”

I have a curse for him. May he get arthritis in both hands and may all his aspirin and pain medication be in childproof containers.

(also posted on Facebook)

Current Mood:
irritated irritated
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On October 15, 1988, A. and I were married.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmWc4BZ8e-U

Current Mood:
cheerful cheerful
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Our journey took us through the dark, a long and winding road;
our caravan was weary, and right heavy was our load;
we saw the light, we found the gate, we made our way within;
no words can tell our thankfulness, when greeted by our kin:
Welcome home.

CHORUS
Welcome home from near and far, welcome home whoe'er you are,
welcome home again, wherever you may roam,
from north and south, east and west, to the place we love the best,
where the heart may find its rest: welcome home.

We stumbled and we staggered, for we had travelled long;
our eyelids they were heavy, and our bodies far from strong.
But through the gate we entered, and from every friendly face
came words that gave us strength again, like herbs of healing grace:
Welcome home.

CHORUS

Each time I walk those lands again, returned on pilgrim feet,
I almost kneel and kiss the ground, the grass so green and sweet;
the sky so fair, the stars so bright, the fires and friendships dear,
and sweet as any song to me, the words I love to hear:
Welcome home.

CHORUS

So all you joyful pilgrims, who once a year are found
upon the shores of Cooper's Lake, that well-beloved ground,
pass on the words that welcome you, in early times or late,
and greet the weary traveller who enters through the gate:
Welcome home.

CHORUS
Current Mood:
excited excited
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H ail, God the Father, Lord of all,
O ur dear Creator, Source of Grace,
D escending to each hearth and hall
I n every near and distant place.
E ternal blessings on our race
C ome forth from thee, who deigns to stay
H ere with us on this joyful day.


R ejoice, for now the Prince of Peace
I s here on earth a human child,
S ecuring thus our souls' release
T o Heaven's grace from dark defiled.
U nfailing Love, who reconciled
S uch needful souls to holy light,
N ow lives on earth both day and night.

A nd unto God the Spirit raise
T he song that blessed angels sing
U nto His everlasting praise:
S ing out and make the heavens ring
E ternal joy in God our King;
S ing sweetly on this holy morn:
T oday our Saviour Christ is born.
Current Mood:
cheerful cheerful
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http://newjersey.news12.com/news/mayor-robbinsville-won-t-leave-christmas-off-name-of-tree-lighting-1.6530460

This person was mentioned in a sermon this morning. (Mind you, the preacher said he did not approve of the term "War on Christmas," but did allow that the term "Siege on Christmas" had something ...)
Current Mood:
busy
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This Saturday was the event held in the Barony of Bhakail (East Kingdom) celebrating the Poem of the Cid. My husband and I attended. (He enjoys the "immersive" events and was also at the Beowulf performance.)

The event was held at a modern but very beautiful church, with all the amenities one could wish -- large bathrooms, lots of room, elevators, comfortable seating. In the well-lighted sanctuary, with superb acoustics, painted screens provided scenery.

The performances were of high quality, and the fact that many people (me, for example) had not been able to memorize did not detract from the performances, because everyone who needed it brought an authentic-looking book or scroll. Everyone brought something different to the performance -- from serious drama to comic relief, and it was all good.

Those of us who purchased the "above the salt" option had a lounge to ourselves which was sumptuously decorated with glass, cushions, drinks, and snacks, including a special dessert tray with almond cookies, walnut sweets, croissants, and anise buns. We also had reserved front-row seating, but with those wonderful acoustics I think everyone could hear perfectly no matter where they were seated. And the musicians were in with us most of the afternoon.

There was no actual feast; food was provided all day -- first snacks (olives, capers, feta cheese, fig jam, little seed candies, elderberry syrup and pomegranate syrup which could be diluted with water). Then during the dinner break, salad, lentils, sausages, creamed chickpeas, spinach, mushrooms, and sardines wrapped in grape leaves. And that's just what I can remember.

One of the best things about it all was the number of people from so many different places who attended. You all know who you are -- from the East and from far away. Even though we had to leave early because of taking public transportation, it was wonderful to see you all.
Current Mood:
happy happy
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On October 15, 1988, A. and I were married.

All other things to their destruction draw,
Only our love hath no decay;
This no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday,
Running it never runs from us away,
But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.
~ John Donne

Current Mood:
cheerful cheerful
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Our journey took us much too long; the road was not our friend.
Construction on I-80 we were sure would never end.
We found our camp at last and put our tent up in the rain,
and as we crashed at 2 a.m. we snored this loud refrain:
let's go home.

CHORUS
Let's go home (it's not that far),
let's go home (I'll start the car),
let's go home and fill a hot tub full of foam.
Want my TV, want my bed,
want a roof above my head;
to repeat what I just said --
let's go home.

The camp next door's authentic in all they say and do.
Their hygiene's medieval so they smell authentic too.
The other side's quite rowdy, but they don't just drink and fight --
this year they all bought doumbeks and they practice every night:
let's go home.

Each time I smell those porta-johns I want to turn and flee;
mosquitoes, spiders, ticks, and snakes invade our privacy.
The mud is deep, it's hard to sleep
(that's normal, so I'm told);
the sun all day is burning hot; at night it's freezing cold:
let's go home.

So all you poor unfortunates who do this every year,
and spend your paid vacations by a campfire drinking beer --
to each his own, so suit yourself, but one thing I can tell;
if ever we come back again, we'll stay in a motel:
let's go home.

CHORUS
Let's go home (it's not that far),
let's go home (I'll start the car),
let's go home and fill a hot tub full of foam.
Want my TV, want my bed,
want a roof above my head;
next year Disney World instead --
let's go home.
Current Location:
Home
Current Mood:
amused amused
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WELCOME HOME

Our journey took us through the dark, a long and winding road;
our caravan was weary, and right heavy was our load;
we saw the light, we found the gate, we made our way within;
no words can tell our thankfulness, when greeted by our kin:
Welcome home.

CHORUS
Welcome home from near and far, welcome home whoe'er you are,
welcome home again, wherever you may roam,
from north and south, east and west, to the place we love the best,
where the heart may find its rest: welcome home.

We stumbled and we staggered, for we had travelled long;
our eyelids they were heavy, and our bodies far from strong.
But through the gate we entered, and from every friendly face
came words that gave us strength again, like herbs of healing grace:
Welcome home.

CHORUS

Each time I walk those lands again, returned on pilgrim feet,
I almost kneel and kiss the ground, the grass so green and sweet;
the sky so fair, the stars so bright, the fires and friendships dear,
and sweet as any song to me, the words I love to hear:
Welcome home.

CHORUS

So all you joyful pilgrims, who once a year are found
upon the shores of Cooper's Lake, that well-beloved ground,
pass on the words that welcome you, in early times or late,
and greet the weary traveller who enters through the gate:
Welcome home.

CHORUS
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Today it was confirmed that I do, in fact, have a ride to Pennsic. Now I can allow myself to think about it.

Or, more accurately, to look forward to it. I've been thinking about it ever since last summer when it became clear I wasn't going anywhere. And sometime around September I began planning and negotiating (with medical advisors and others) about this Pennsic.

(The medical advisors, by the way, are all very intrigued. One asked for the SCA's URL, which I provided.)

Current Mood:
ecstatic ecstatic
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